Malik Jeffrey - Tumblr Posts

is that the best you could do?

looking for: f (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: malik jeffrey sevon | 29 | car detailer/artist | born: boston, ma

plot/theme: angst, strangers who knew each other by passing and change their lives forever, long-standing

MALIK couldn't help but laugh at the verbal attack he just received. Yeah, he deserved it for calling her out her name but to him if it walked like a duck... He did try to keep his burning fire that was forming in his stomach to a simmer though he tried not to make what could be a very strenuous scene in front of all who were gawking at the two of them. "Look, I don't know what else you want me to do? The job is already done" he looked to the woman beginning to grow annoyed with her presence.

open: f (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: Malik Jeffrey Sevon | 29 | car detailer/artist | born: boston, ma

plot/theme: drunk texting, exs who can't leave each other alone, have moved on but not really..

Another shot rushed down MALIK's throat but this time, this shot should be his last but it wasn't. His skin pulsing with the bass of the music caused him to be on high alert of his section around him. The blue, yellow and purple lights cascaded across the full sea of women taking their photos for their socials. He wasn't interested, his face automatically turning up with disgust. none of them were her. Like electricity to a lightbulb, his fingers signaled at a sensation leading him to pick up his phone out of his back pocket. He must've maneuvered too fast because he shifted quickly between his feet before catching his balance. He still had her number too. He was surprised when he saw the photo that he took of them two years ago still set to her ID. 15 seconds seemed like a lifetime before he typed away his greeting 'I miss you something bad..' was all his fingers would allow him to type. Clicking the phone to black, he quickly tightened his grip on it stewing on what he just did.